He sits at the table with his associates and I stand at the door watching him, listening to him speak. I admire his hands and mouth, and imagine them possessing me, owning me, spanking me like he did last night at that same table while Madeleine watched.

There, I said it. He spanked me. In fact, my bottom burns now and it&#146;s been several hours since I felt the strike of his hand. The one I can&#146;t keep my eyes off of.

I didn&#146;t resist. I knew there was simply no point. There was no escape. Madeleine not only watched, she loomed over me and pressed my wrists hard to my spine.

I look into his eyes and I wish I could have witnessed his pleasure last night. I want to know how it felt when he punished me. When he delivered.

"He&#146;s taking off his belt." She purred in my ear.

He slipped it between my thighs and I helplessly straddled it. He groaned.

My panties are wet and my bottom is on fire. I want to touch, but now isn&#146;t the time. Not here in front of his associates.

Madeleine pulled me to her breast, and my lips touched her large nipple, teasing it.

"Soon." She said.

I licked the dark skin around it. She moaned in reply.

He pulled the thick black belt from between my legs and I felt empty. I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth. It felt hot. I heard a hiss and then it was there - his hand and white heat burning my flesh.

"Kristal." She pleaded. I knew what she wanted. I was tempted to bite, instead I counted, spank after spank, nuzzling her breast between breaths.

He loves it. Begging excites him. I know.

I want more of him, now.

He spanked me hard. I felt dizzy with excitement. Each blow hurt more than the one before it. His hands replaced hers behind me. Never before had I known such vulnerability. I felt lost.

She clenched my hair and buried my face, all wet with tears between her chubby thighs. I cried into the soft skin of her bald cunt.